Chef Zander

I slowly flutter my eyes open, the bright morning light bleeding softly through the heavy blackout curtains of our luxurious hotel suite. My entire body feels utterly heavy, lethargic, and completely drained from the wild, limit-pushing events of the night before. I find myself draped heavily over Kellan’s broad, rising chest. His massive, heavily tattooed torso acts as a warm, muscular mattress b